Where was Sam? It had been arranged that he should follow me and be ready to help in case I needed him, but I hadn’t seen nothing of him when I looked out.
Clancy seemed surprised when he found the door unlocked.
“Slide right out,” he whispered. “I hear some one coming.”
“All right,” says I, “but you’ll come, too,” and I grabbed him by the collar, and, before he knew what was coming, was dragging him up the steps.
I’d dropped the bag and had yanked out my revolver, but I never got the chance to use it—oh, no!
Quick as a wink he out with a knife and tried to get at me.
I saw the flash of the blade and managed to knock up his arm.
Then I went down right in the alley and he on top of me.
I tell you I was scared. Things began to dance before my eyes, and I thought I was a goner when all at once two men jumped out from behind a lot of ash barrels and pulled him over on his back.
“Old King Brady!” I heard him gasp, and there it ended as far as he was concerned.